Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.